Trying to Get Caught

I thought he would be on his way shortly. It was Saturday and my roommate was gone for the weekend. I unlocked the front door for him and texted him to let himself in. I got back in bed and grabbed my favorite toy. I hoped and fantasized about him walking in on me masturbating. I wondered how he would react, and what he would do or say.

Would he be into it? Or would it be a complete turn off to him? Would he even care? At this point it had been almost two months since we did anything naughty. I ashamedly admit that I was getting desperate.

I didn’t even need porn, I was so turned on at just the fantasy of him catching me, hopefully joining me. I had to edge for a bit, as it didn’t take me long to feel like I was going to climax. I hoped he would hurry.

I started thinking about whether or not I wanted to time my orgasm for when he walked in, or save it for when he was in the same room as me and realized what I was doing.

My thoughts got a bit darker then. What if the person to walk in was not him? Who would it be, and depending on who it was would I keep going?

Eventually I started to feel too good not to come. Since I was alone, I let my moans escape my throat. What if I moaned so loud someone heard and came to check on me? At the thought of anyone walking in at that point made me come even harder.

After my orgasm he texted that he was on his way. I thought about my poor timing and wondered if I should go for round two of trying to be caught. Unfortunately, at that point I lost my nerve and quickly got dressed and did one last clean up run through of my apartment.

Maybe I can gather the courage to try again next time. Next time I will wait for his text that he is on his way before I start to play.

Orgasm Count of 2016

My number is low this year, lower than any other since I started counting my orgasms. 

I finally have a way to keep track of them. Before, I would have an orgasm and then try to remember to update my counting widget. Now I just click my counter after every orgasm.

This year’s count is so low m9stly because I spent most of the year on an emotional roller coaster. I went through a depression that was worse than when I had my car accident in 2014. I figured out it was my (pill) birth control, which I immediately stopped taking. 

Once the depression lifted, my libido came back. I started dating and I masturbated even more. 

So, my final orgasm count for 2016 is 101. 

Because it Felt Good

I have been horny all week. i went off my birth control last month and my depression lifted, bringing back my sex drive in full force. i still masturbated, but only to have a sleep inducing orgasm. it felt ok, good enough to come, but it was never fantastic.

This morning I found out my plans got shattered for the day. i was bored and didn’t know what to do. I  have a date later tonight with H, but thats not until hours from now.

I thought about how turned on I have been. I got to thinking about the possibility of some sexy fun tonight after my date. I thought about how good my vibrator would feel on my clit.

I decided to masturbate. I figured my toy would die of a dead battery, so I wasn’t planning on an orgasm. I just wanted to feel good. I wanted to feel that pent up horniness all evening, letting it escalate so that when I got home I could take it on my date or my freshly charged toy.

As soon as I touched the soft silicone to my clit I was hooked. It felt amazing as I realized I was masturbating because it felt good, not just because I needed to fall out of sleep, or just pure habit to have an orgasm once a week.

I kept waiting for the vibration to die out, but it held strong. I started feeling close to climax and turned it off. Did i want the orgasm? of course I did, but not so soon. I was enjoying the unexplainable pleasure coursing through my body. I turned it back on with intent to finish what I started. 

I started thinking about possibly having a play partner for the night. I imagined how it would be. At what instance would I see his throbbing cock for the first time. Would he be cut or uncut? Would I get the urge to suck his dick? Would we manage to have sex? 

At the idea of him entering my dripping, wet, and achingly hungry for penetration pussy I started to feel close. I tightened my cunt, imagining him sliding in and me tightening around him. 

I felt the waves of pleasure take over my body. Pressing my vibrator into position on my clit, I moaned and rode out my orgasm in pure bliss. It felt so good.

Yearly Orgasm Count

Since 2012 I have done an orgasm counter. Each year the accuracy decreases, depending on how active I am blogging. This year (2015) was the least accurate, as I lost a lost a lot of self confidence and motivation, I orgasmed maybe 135 times.

I estimate that I had about 135 orgasms in 2015. I really don’t know the exact number. I stopped writing and forgot about the count I had going. I would add 10 or 20 here and there.

2016 will be better though, I promise. I bought a bunch of clicker counters. Each time I orgasm, I will click it. At the end of the year, we will see how many times I clicked. I bought a set of five, so who knows, maybe I will click a different one for each toy that crosses me over that threshold. or maybe I will use one for sex as well.

So far, my count is 4.

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The Worst Orgasm Ever

Last month I was horny and sex wasn’t an option. It probably won’t be for a while. I had full intentions of masturbating and being as loud as I wanted since I had no roommate home for the weekend.

I started off my playtime by talking to an old acquaintance and sort of having phone sex. We talked about how we would pleasure each other. I sent him a few pictures and I got a few from him. Honestly I wasn’t that into it so I let him finish and moved on.

I had a very sexy chat with a Twitter friend. We exchanged a few pictures and the anticipation really had me going. Too soon he had to go to bed, leaving me to concentrate on my orgasm.

I edged for a while. I got really worked up. Just as I was  hitting the point of no return, I swallowed wrong. I began to cough as I was orgasming. I literally started choking. I tried like hell to let my throat settle and have my highly anticipated orgasm.

I began to overheat, making me cough even more. I couldn’t breathe. My orgasm sputtered out like a single flame on a windy night. I continued to cough for another twenty minutes or so, struggling to catch my breath and clear my throat.

I was still horny and unsatisfied after that quarter orgasm. However, I had spent way too long on it, with the vibe on my clit that I was too sore and numb to try for a round two, even after I caught my breath and cleared my throat.

Meeting MiMi

Friday night we had a girl’s night. It was tame compared to others, but we still had a blast. After work we all met up at my place. We then all climbed into a van and headed to a local sex toy shop. I had been on a mission to get the We-Vibe Tango, but after calling the night before I was informed that they didn’t carry it. I was more than a little miffed the day before, since the girl on the phone was kind of snotty, but I decided to make it a fun field trip.

I headed straight for the bullets. I didn’t see any that I liked. I went to the expensive display case and a cashier asked me if I had any questions. I whined about wanting the Tango, and asked if I could see how strong a certain bullet was. She asked me if I was looking for rumbley vibes and I said, “Yes!” She said to meet “MiMi” and pulled out a cute little clit vibe. She turned it on and turned it up for me, then handed it to me. I was in love, I admit. However, I was still hesitant since I still couldn’t get over the Tango. I played around with MiMi, loving the velvety silicone texture, the powerful vibes, and curious about the shape. It was like a flat bullet, thin and oval shaped, kind of like an egg.

I told the worker that I would think about it. When she put MiMi away and went to help someone else I pulled up and looked for reviews on MiMi. I liked what I read, but was still unsure. I walked around a bit, giving my friends advice on toys (one was going for a nasty jelly toy).

I went back to the display case and longed. I made my choice. I found a cashier and she got out a brand new boxed up MiMi for me. It cost me nearly 100 bucks, and I prayed she would be worth it.

When we got home I ran to my room and got MiMi to charging, we had pizza and drinks, played some Cards Against Humanity, and chatted. It was tame, there was no flashing or groping, as we had a new lady with us. Around 10 everyone was gone and I went to bed. MiMi was ready.

I only really liked the highest setting, and damn it felt good. Handling was a little awkward, but I finally got the sweet spot. I felt an orgasm come on, and it felt weak. However it continued, and built up. When I felt like it was almost over, I started to take the toy away from my clit, but couldn’t stop. I ended up pressing her closer to my clit, coming even harder. I squirted. I soaked my bed. It had been over a year since I soaked it that much. I couldn’t stop squirting, it felt so good.

Finally my clit got too sensitive and I had to remove MiMi. I liked the orgasm I had, but it was different than one I normally have with bullets. It was stronger in the way it lasted longer and how much I squirted, but it wasn’t as body shaking. I didn’t clench up as much as I normally do. That worries me a bit, but we shall see.

Meet MiMi, and click to see what she does to me.

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Sweet Awakening (The End of a Dry Spell)

Last week September, I had just gotten in bed and was just settling down for sleep when I got a text. It was from D and I hadn’t heard from him in over a year. He asked me how I had been and I told him that I was ok, just been having a lot of ups and downs. When I asked how he was, he said that his girlfriend and him had just broke up and he needed a friend to hang out with.

We made plans for him to come over that afternoon, with me texting him directions. When he came over, we went to my bed and sat down to catch up on the last year. I told him it had been one year, one month, and eighteen days since I last had sex, which was with him. He was shocked and I explained my thoughts and theories on the situation.

Eventually we were done catching up and it got kind of quiet. I remembered my tattoo and said, “Ooo, I got a tattoo.” He asked where and I pointed to my right shoulder blade. He told me to take off my shirt so he could see. I was feeling a little bit shy, so I only adjusted my shirt to make the tattoo visible.

When he saw it, he wrapped his arms around me and starting kissing and nibbling my neck. I turned around to face him and we embraced each other in a hug and started to make out. I swear I forgot how to kiss. I felt so unsure of myself and hesitant, so afraid of being too sloppy.

Before things got too heavy, I opened up my top dresser drawer and pulled out my condom bag. I set it down and went back to kissing D. He pulled me back towards the bed and laid me down, kissing me all over. His hands wandered toward my tits, massaging my breasts. He got between me, spreading my legs open and started rubbing my legs, kissing and nibbling all over.

He reached up and undid my button and zipper. I lifted my hips and he pulled my pants off. He left my panties on for a minute and started rubbing my pussy through them. He then slipped a finger inside and rubbed my wetness all over my now dripping cunt.

The panties didn’t stay on long. Before I knew it, he was between my legs, expertly licking my clit. It was a nice surprise, since he has never done that with me before. It felt good, very relaxing. He did this for a good five minutes, then pulled his face up to lean up and kiss me some more.

He stood up and walked over to where my face was on the bed. “I am sorry to be so forward,” he said, as he whipped out his massive hard cock and brought it to my mouth.

I may have felt rusty when it came to my kissing, but taking his dick in my mouth came naturally. It was like riding a bike. Once you learn you never forget. I pulled his foreskin down a bit and lightly circled my tongue around his cock. Once I got his head nice and wet, I lowered my lips down and slid him inside inch my inch, all the while swirling my tongue around him.

I slowly bobbed my head up and down until I got a good rhythm and picked up the pace. I massaged with my tongue while I sucked, taking his cock in and out of my mouth. I got so wet hearing his moans, hearing him tell me how much he missed my mouth and my expert tongue.

Unfortunately, my jaw was badly out of practice and it only took a few minutes for my jaw to cramp up and lock. I was sad to have to stop so soon. I sat up and took his cock by hand and started jacking him off. He leaned down and kissed me some more. He leaned me back and stripped. While he did I sat up to grab the condoms.

I took one out and unwrapped it, slowly and carefully guiding it up his cock, making sure to leave room at the top for a reservoir  tip. I leaned back and he got between my legs. He grabbed his cock and moved towards my slit with it, collecting my juices and moving them up to my clit. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his cock, getting it nice and wet.

When he finally slid in, I gasped. After not having sex in so long, my pussy was so tight. Luckily I was wet enough that there were no complications. He slowly slid in and out, until he had a good rhythm. Once he had a good rhythm, he pounded my pussy hard. I cannot tell you how good he felt.

When he felt close he would slow down and kiss me. Once he calmed down he would go back to fucking me hard. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to get him to fill me more. I moaned and scratched my fingernails down his back.

Eventually, my sweet pussy got the best of him and he told me he was cumming. I muttered some explicit things, telling him to fill me, to cum for me. He came for me, and it was great.

We cleaned ourselves up and chatted for a bit longer. Sadly I had to get a nap before work, so he went home. I don’t think I slept, but it was well worth it. That day was a sweet awakening to getting my sexy back.

Psyche!

I had an interesting experience the other night. I faked an orgasm so well that I had all of the normal after effects of an orgasm, as well as the during. The only thing I didn’t have was the contracting of my opening and the tingling of my clit. It was like I tricked my body into orgasm.

My breathing got heavier, my heart rate increased, and I had that out of body type feeling. I even have that shaky, excited feeling that I get after I cum. It was cool, and kind of made me want to experiment with this. If I practice with this, could it maybe lead to  being able to cum on command in a way? It would make things like camming and phone sex a lot easier, that is for sure. I am not sure how well it would work with a partner in physical person though, especially if they had their cock or fingers inside me. Plus, I still feel guilty if I fake it. Sometimes you just want it over and done with though, especially if they insist on your orgasm on camera or phone.

I was on my webcam with a guy I met on a dating site. I was kind of irritated at the time, because I was trying to do my taxes the whole time he kept texting, saying how horny he was. When I was done, I finally gave in, more just so that I could have something for my spank bank later, but also so that he would give it up.

I watched him stroke his cock for a long time, but I just wasn’t feeling close. I was wet, just no where near close. After he figured out I was far from the finish line, I told him if he was close he could finish. He did, and I enjoyed the show. Afterward he even went into the bathroom and let me watch him piss. That’s what could have got me going, but too soon he was done.

He got back in bed and kept rubbing and stroking softly for me. I tried damn hard to get into it. The bullet felt nice on my clit, but it just wasn’t doing it. I really just wanted to watch my piss compilation, as thats what I know does the trick. Plus, I could tell he was bored and not really into it anymore.

I made my breathing get really heavy and started moaning. I told him I was cumming. I have orgasmed so many times, focused on my breathing so many times, that my breathing now came naturally. Thats when I started to really feel like I was cumming (aside from the genital effects). I went through the different breathing waves, starting slow and heavy, then breathing faster, reaching my “climax,” and then finally slowing down.

I told him how good I felt, and he made some comment. I could tell he was done and wanted to hang up. I told him and he agreed, that he wanted to go work on his car. I let him go, relieved that I could finally have some quiet, and write about tricking my body into orgasm.

**Side note** – I will do my damnedest to have the real orgasm. Sometimes its just not going to happen. I apologize, it is nothing the other person did or didn’t do. I will however experiment alone, see how much more I can trick my body into orgasm. That sounds like a useful ability.

Webcam Play Pt. 2

When his webcam connected I was looking at his face, admiring how hot this guy was, excited that this hot guy was turned on by me. We made a little small talk while my cam connected. When my cam connected I noticed him moving his around.
Once he had the cam moved I had a nice view of the bulge in his jeans. He slowly unbuttoned them and unzipped. He stood up and let them fall off so that he was wearing only his boxers. When he sat back down, he slipped his hand inside his boxers.

“Guess what I’ve got in my hand,” he said playfully.

” I don’t know. You should take it out and show me,” I said back, just as playfully. By this time I had leaned back against my pillows and had my webcam focused on my dripping wet pussy.

I had a sharp intake of breath as I watched him pull off his boxers, his hard cock springing out freely. He reached forward and got some lube on his hand and wrapped it around his cock, moving it up and down.

At this point I reached for my favorite glass dildo and slipped it inside of me. I started by slowly sliding it in and out, imagining that it was his cock. I moaned for him, telling him that it felt so good. Once I got a good rhythm going, I picked up my pace, thrusting my dildo faster and faster, moaning more as I did so.

I reached with my other hand and got my bullet ready, pausing the thrusting long enough to rest it against my clit and turn it on. As I slowed down with the thrusting, he slowed down with the stroking of his cock. He began running his index finger over and around the head, lightly stroking his shaft as well.

“I wish that was my tongue teasing your cock like that,” I told him.

“Oh, I wish it was too,” he answered.

As I played with my toys and watched him, I noticed that he matched my speed and rhythm to what he did to his cock. The speed I thrusted my dildo in and out was the speed he stroked his clock with. When I focused on my bullet, he rubbed the head of his cock with his index finger and thumb.

I began to focus mainly on my pussy, thrusting my dildo in and out as fast as I could, feeling the pressure inside me build up. He loved watching me fuck myself, moaning for me to go faster as he stroked faster.

I positioned my bullet to rest against my clit and turned it on with my free hand. The vibrations sent me over the edge and I came for him, moaning loudly. When I was done he asked if I was ready for his. I was more than ready and told him yes.

It didn’t take long for him to blow his load into the tissue he had next to him. We ended the call soon after so that I could pass out.

Webcam Play Pt. 1

He logged into Skype during my night off. I was surprised to see him on, since he is normally at work during this time. I messaged him, and he said he was on his phone at work. We chatted back and forth, but at some point things turned naughty (though I don’t quite remember how).

He asked if I wanted a picture. I said sure, though behind the screen I was grinning from ear to ear in the excitement of a cock picture in my future. He asked if anything was ok and I said yes. A couple minutes later I was staring at his cock on my screen.

“Mmm, very nice,” I responded, boob picture attached. He said he really liked that they were pierced and would love to have them in his mouth. I told him I would love that.

He asked what we would do “hypothetically” if we ever met in person. I told him how much I loved sucking cock. He then informed me about how much he loves to eat pussy.

We started talking about sexual positions and how I would love to ride him. We exchanged a few more pics until we decided that we would have a webcam session when he got home.

A couple of hours before he got off work I hopped in the shower and did some necessary grooming. When I got out I set my laptop up in my bed and warmed myself up with my bullet on my clit.

I was revved up. I couldn’t keep the vibrator around my cunt for more than a minute before feeling close to cumming. I was also extremely tired. I was having difficulty keeping my eyes open.

It seemed like hours, but several minutes later I got a message saying he was home. I gave him a smiley face on Skype and he called me. He made a comment on how he talked a lot of crap earlier but was feeling shy. I chuckled and said I felt the same way. He started the video call.

To be continued…